Sorry for the long wait, i had a fight with a trojan in my PC and i couldn't play the game for awhile...this chapter is the calm before the storm so im sorry if its a bit boring...
Chapter 3: The best gift
The next day, Jareth and Cassie went down to the courts, although Cassie was trying to give excuses to not go. After sitting in room after room, and finally appearing before the judge in an informal sitting, they were able to obtain temporary custody. Jareth was ecstatic, making him feel like he was on cloud nine. He vowed to take care of Rhiannon as best as he could, and he hoped deep down that her mother would stay far away. He didn't want her to ruin her child's life any more than she already had.
As they all left the empty courtroom, Jareth stopped at the door, facing the judge.
"Your Honor, i just have one question."
"Yes?"
"What should we do in the case that Miss Howard should show up or contact Social Services about her child? Do we give her Rhiannon or should we contact the courts?"
Cassie fidgeted with her rings and hair, frustrated that she missed a full day of work right after getting promoted.
What kind of professional will they think I am? She pondered. She made sure to arrange a ride back to the hospital as soon as this was all over with. In her opinion, she had better things to do.
"In the event that Miss Howard should come for her child," the judge replied, "You should notify her to contact the courts to request a custody hearing, and you should do the same. With your temporary guardianship, you have more rights over the child than Miss Howard does at this point."
Jareth nodded, smiled, and shook hands with the judge. Cassie did the same, walking slightly ahead of Jareth as they left. He was getting more and more irritated with her attitude, and also a bit confused. When they were dating in college, she was never this uptight and snooty. He fell in love with her because she had a big heart and was kind to everyone. He admired that seeing what kind of family she came from. Jareth never thought she would become like her mother, but it seems like all of a sudden she was changing into her mother each day.
One week later..." I don't wanna wait, for our lives to be ovaaa.." Jareth sang off tune in his car on the way home. He secretly listened to pop music, it was his favourite. it made the time go faster when he was sitting in rush hour traffic. Sometimes he wished he wouldn't have taken the job at the law firm downtown, but since Rhiannon's private school was three blocks away it made it easier to pick her up from school when he got off of work early. But today was a late day, so he was hoping she was already starting on her homework. The sitter somewhat helped her with the spelling homework, but she was hands off on math. That was his department.
Today was a good day for him. He was waiting anxiously for the official guardianship papers. He didn't want to tell Rhiannon anything until he got those papers, and he told Cassie not to say anything either.
"Make sure you keep it a secret," He said when they were leaving the courts. "i want confirmation before we tell her the good news."
Cassie just nodded, paying more attention to her rings and looking for her car pool than to her husband. He tried to ignore her reaction, but deep down inside he felt all alone in his happiness, and a bit hurt. He was truly hoping she would be happy to have a child in the house, but was making it all seem like Rhiannon was a huge burden.
Jareth parked the car in the garage and rushed over to the mailbox, nearly knocking over the postman. Steve looked at Jareth and said, "are you expecting live cargo Mr. Weston?"
He laughed and backed away a little bit. "No, just an important letter."
The mail was already inside, and when Steve went to the next house Jareth dug into the box and found what he was looking for: an envelope with the SimCity Courts seal on it.His heart was doing somersaults as he walked into the house to change his clothes. Rhiannon jumped up from her homework and gave him a big hug and kiss. She was already attached to Jareth. She considered him to be her uncle, and was always happy to see him coming through the door. She didn't even bother to take off her school uniform.
"I missed you!" She hugged him tighter.
"Missed you too. how was school?"
"It was ok. Some of the kids don't like me though. Guess they know im not from around here."
"Pfft..don't worry about them. Kids will always pick on other kids no matter what."
"Yea...well I got to finish my homework before Cassie comes. She's taking me to my first paint lesson."
Cassie first enrolled her in ballet class, but she wanted out after only five minutes. Cassie was instantly frustrated, confused as to what was wrong with ballet. All girls like ballet, right? So after talking to Rhiannon for awhile, the finally agreed to do an art class. It was better than soccer in Cassie's opinion. Girls don't need to get dirty, she said to Rhiannon as they signed up for Beginners Art 1.
Rhiannon went off into the study to finish up her homework and gather up her supplies. She seemed happy to do something that she enjoyed, instead of ballet. She believed ballet was only for snooty girls, and she was far from snooty. Painting was better since she liked to draw anyways.
30 minutes later, Cassie came and picked Rhiannon up, still in her scrubs. Cassie would rather get paint on her scrubs than on her new Versace outfits. When Jareth talked to her about her behavior last night,saying she was being more like her mother, she was upset and denied every bit of his accusations. But as she drove to the art studio, she thought about what he said.
Could he be right? Am I becoming my own mother? She shook her head with a smirk.
Naaa, I am still the same old me.Later that evening, after Cassie and Rhiannon came back from Art class and dinner was over, Jareth went up to their bedroom and took out the papers from the nightstand. He sat them on top and called Rhiannon upstairs. He was going to tell her the good news. Cassie made sure she was too busy in the study so she didn't have to participate.
"Have a seat," Jareth said, patting the bed.
She hopped up and smiled at him, wondering what was going on.
"I have some news for you."
"What is it?" She grinned, excited about the news.
"Well..."
"Whaaat?!"
He laughed. "You get to stay with us for a long time Rhiannon. You can stay her as long as you want."
"For real?"
"For real."
She cheered, then cried with happiness. She couldn't believe her wish came true. No more hunger, no more strangers coming in the house, no more yelling. She was so relieved she couldn't even speak. Jareth held her close and hugged her tight. He knew she deserved to be there and to have a normal life. No child deserves to be abused, no matter what.
Rhiannon looked up at him. "Is Cassie happy about it?"
Jareth bit his tongue, trying not to say what was really on his mind. He truly believed she wasn't happy with the news, but he couldn't tell Rhiannon that. He didn't want to lie to her either. After a pause he said, "She is happy that you get to be safe with us. It's going to be awhile before she gets used to you though. it will be alright."
She smiled at him, but knew that he was only covering for Cassie. Even at 10 years old, she was a bit more mature for her age. Rhiannon knew when she wasn't welcome. But as long as Jareth stood by her, everything will be ok. Or so she thought.
Five years laterThe Smashing Pumpkins blared from the tiny stereo next to the pool as they sat enjoying the hot July sun. Jareth was trying to catch a tan, even though each time he tried he got fried. Rhiannon was content with the color she had, even though she was tanning anyways.
Ever since they all received the news of the custody results, Rhiannon and Jareth have been stuck to each other like glue. Rhiannon ran to him with her problems and her joys, knowing he was always there for her. She was on the Honor Roll each year, which was something she never thought she could accomplish. After a few months, she settled into the community and eventually made a bunch of friends. Even Art class was going well for her. Eventually she was accepted into Expert Art 2, skipping over the intermediate classes. Cassie talked her into applying for Vonn Art School after high school so that she could become a prominent artist.
Cassie still didn't like the idea of Rhiannon being there. It made her upset each time she saw her hugging Jareth. It made her sick to her stomach. Cassie even took on extra hours at the hospital just so she could get away from all the mushy stuff at home. But deep down inside, she was jealous. The evil green eye made it's way into her heart, making it unbearable to see the two of them together. And now that Rhiannon was a teen, Cassie got even more jealous of her.
Today it was just the two of them, two peas in a pod as Jareth nicknamed them. He spread more tanning lotion on, hoping to be golden instead of beet red.
"You know you are just going to become a lobster, Jay," Rhiannon said, chuckling.
"Not if I can help it," He replied, smoothing on more lotion. "I got to get a tan before summer's over. It just looks better at the firm."
Jareth made junior partner at the law firm, so he wanted to look like he was vacationing on Twikki Island the whole time he was off instead of sitting around in his backyard. Rhiannon shook her head and relaxed in the chair, listening to the radio.
After having a swimming contest for about an hour, they both got out of the pool. Jareth was getting hungry, so he volunteered to make grilled chicken for the both of them. Since Rhiannon hated cooking she agreed. Before going to the kitchen, he went up to her and smiled.
"I know i say this so many times you are probably sick of hearing this, but I am still glad you are here. Maybe in forty years I will still be saying the same thing."
"Hahahaha...it's totally ok. I am glad to be here. And I am glad you are my best friend. Now go get that chicken I am staaarving!"
Jareth laughed at her as he went to get the food. They always joked with each other, sometimes a little too much for Cassie's liking.
"So what are your plans next month?" He said between bites of chicken.
"Umm...I was thinking of going into natural art. My teacher said it would be good for me to expand my horizons. And maybe I will try to sell some of my portraits so i can save up for those cool clothes i saw at the mall."
"Good plans. What's natural art?"
Rhiannon blushed a little bit and stammered. "Well, umm, its uuuuhhm.." She ate some of her food. "It's like painting people with only like sheets on them."
"Aaah, I see." Jareth smiled. "What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing..I guess..but Cass doesn't like the idea. She thinks a girl my age shouldn't deal with grown up art."
"You are almost 16. I am sure you know things about life i don't even know about." He laughed. "Cass is just being protective thats all. Don't worry about it."
"So it's ok then?"
"Of course! Go for it. Make sure I get a peek of your work." He winked at her and smiled. She smiled back.
All of a sudden they both heard the sound of a car. "Looks like Cass is home," Jareth said. "Go get a plate for her. I'm sure she's hungry."
Just as Rhiannon was going to get the food, Cassie went around to the backyard, her smile turning into a frown.
Oh no, what now? Jareth thought as he saw the look on her face.
"What is wrong with you girl? Coming outside almost naked?! And Jareth, why do you let her do this?" The tone of her voice got louder and more aggressive.
"Cass, it's just a bikini, and besides she's at home around me not at the beach around a bunch of lusting boys."
"It doesn't matter! We don't have sluts living in our house! Change your clothes right now!"
"But I like this bathing suit!" Rhiannon said, close to tears.
"Do what I said now! Or else I am going to take your painting priveleges away!"
Jareth stood up and confronted Cassie. "Hun, look, it's only a bathing suit. Chill out ok? Come sit with us and..."
"So you approve of this huh? I'm not suprised, seeing where you.." She stopped herself, not wanting to say something she will regret later. Although she was upset at Rhiannon and her choice of swimwear, she didn't want to take it out on her husband. Their marriage has been shaky for three years, ever since Cassie took on more work and less time at home. They hardly spoke anymore, mainly by her own choice. She didn't seem to mind it, but in the evenings when she was home she saw how it was effecting Jareth. Sometimes she wish she could take it all back, but the Chief of Staff promotion was right around the corner and she didn't want to stop now.
"I can't believe you!" Rhiannon shouted to Cassie. She ran into the house and up the stairs. Jareth called after her but she didn't stop.
"Cassie, you were a little too hard on her. I can't believe you would act like this as soon as you come home. For pete's sake calm down!"
"
I can't believe you would let a 15 year old dress like a grown woman! Don't you have any boundaries with her?"
Before he could answer, Cassie went into the house. Jareth became even more mad than before. This was the boiling point for him. How much more of this can I stand? he thought out loud.
An hour later, Rhiannon was still in her room. Jareth began to worry about her. Cassie, on the other hand, seemed to had forgotten the whole ordeal, sitting outside with her doctor friends sipping on martinis by the pool. He couldn't understand how anyone, especially his own wife, could yell at Rhiannon then act like nothing happened. He wondered if she felt bad deep inside. But if his suspicions about her becoming more like her mother was right, and he knew he was right, then of course she probably didn't care. He made his way up to Rhiannon's room and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" She said with a sad but angry voice.
"it's Jay. Can i come in?"
After a few moments of silence, she said, "Yea."
He walked in to her room and noticed she was painting away. She always painted more when she was mad than when she was happy. The many half finished canvases stacked against the wall was proof of that. Jareth stood close to where she was and watched her paint for awhile. He decided to wait until she spoke first.
"Why does she hate me?" Rhiannon said after five minutes. "I can't seem to do anything right in her eyes. It's like..she always finds something to yell at me about."
Jareth found himself making more excuses for Cassie. "She doesn't hate you, Rhiannon. I think it's just the stress of work and no sleep is getting to her." He felt bad for saying that, knowing that wasn't the case.
"Yea well, if it was just stress she would be yelling at everyone. But she only picks on me. i know she doesn't like me, so please don't say she does. If she liked me she would treat me nice, like she does with her snooty friends downstairs."
She continued painting, slapping the paintbrush in fierce lines and circles all over the canvas. Jareth knew she was right, and so he didn't say anything. He just kept watching her paint.
After a moment, she dropped the paintbrush and turned around. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was trying to be strong, but the hurting was getting to her. Rhiannon hugged Jareth, not wanting to let go.
"You still my friend, right?"
"Forever and ever."
They hugged for awhile longer, then she let go.
"She's not going to get used to me, is she?"
Jareth sighed. "No, i don't think she will."
"I thought so." Rhiannon looked away, trying not to cry.
He rubbed her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Let's just hope she doesn't rip our hearts out every time she gets angry. I don't think either of us could take much more of it."
"Why don't you just divorce her then? We could get a cool place by the mall and be happy."
Jareth winced at the word divorce. His parents taught him that divorce was forbidden, and he stuck by that to this day. Even if his wife was acting like a tyrant. He thought about it a few times, but dismissed the idea. He couldn't just pack up and leave her...Could he?
Rubbing his forehead, he thought carefully what to say next.
"Rhiannon, it's not that easy to just leave. Sure, it sounds like a crappy excuse, but there's alot involved that you dont know about. So divorce is really not an option right now."
The two of them sat on her bed, watching the sun go down and the stars pop up in the sky. Either of them had nothing to say.